Opinion

Being a college student is hard work. You have to manage your time between classes, work, partying and – for some – a relationship. For those of you in a relationship, you know it can be challenging to maintain the lust and passion that got you there in the first place.

You never know when opportunity is going to come a-knocking. Usually it arrives after sending out some over-exaggerated resume claiming everything from knowing a second language (you can say “I want Taco Bell” in Spanish) to your pet-sitting experience.

Everyone’s got a wind god. The Aztecs had Ehecatl, the Norse had Njord. The Greeks had Zephyrus, who fanned the city of Elysium with pleasant breezes. But we don’t need any wind gods in Davis.

Disturbing acts of hate and vandalism in the past week have shed light on an alarming undercurrent of ignorance in our own backyard.

The Joint Legislative Audit Committee (JLAC) recently decided, in unanimous favor, to approve an audit of the University of California finances.

As a biology professor at Sacramento City College, I was taken aback by a recent television report suggesting that the University of California ought to consider selling a research facility on the Tahitian island of Moorea to offset state funding cuts.

I hate to be the bearer of bad news. You know how easy, convenient and tax-free those Kindle downloads and online purchases from Amazon are? Well, it turns out that you’re actually supposed to pay a “use tax” on them. I’m sure that you’re delighted to hear this news. Now you can go home and fill out the special tax forms, and carefully record every future online purchase.

Ahh, the Facebook column – a great fallback for columnists looking for shit to write about.

Oh man. This time next week, I’ll be writing an emotional closing to my short time as a columnist for The California Aggie. (I’m going abroad next quarter.)

For this week, I’ve decided to get my precious, beautiful readers more involved.

Sometimes you have no idea how you got to a certain point.

My roommate, Rita, and I are sitting in the front row of a packed Wellman 106 lecture hall. Students are waiting to receive their test packets by the blackboard. Calculators and pencils are being fiddled with as chatter quickly fills the muggy air. Anticipation arises.